The saga continues

Whew. It's been eight months since the house fire. We're still in our temporary home. The burned house hasn't been worked on in almost six weeks, unless you count some guy with a weed eater cutting the grass in mid August.

Other than that, my wardrobe is coming along nicely. Problem is I keep changing shape. Hmmm. Accessorize!!

This projects I'm working on and the folks I'm hanging (and lurking) out with are turning out to be a "defining moment" Dr. Phil has spoken so eloquently about.

Difference is, I know it. And I like it. Can't wait to see who I'll turn out to be this time.

I'm smilin', my eyes are sparkling. Woo Hoo!!

Tomorrow we're ordering the kitchen!

Queasy still

The kitchen needs to be ordered. Everytime I look at the plans my stomach knots up and I feel like I want to cry. Think I don't like it? Yeah.

The first day of the rest of my life

Free at last. Good God Almighty, I'm free at last.

I have my own rule of three. I can do anything for three years. I lived in Texas, Germany, worked for the Army, was married to two of the most unlikely husbands, and served on several boards of non profits.

Tonight, I completed a three year stint. At times it was a huge challenge to my integrity, my commitment and everything I knew. I grew. I learned. Now it's done. Next.